An Qing's cold and resentful eyes touched Qiao Yiran, making him feel a pain in his heart.
The hand that received the letters shook unconsciously: "I don't believe you, I just want to find out."
He wanted to explain, but in the end he was powerless. of.
"Yes, let's figure it out."
An Qingqing responded calmly, but her head hung down.
No one saw what the drooped face looked like, but they only saw the tears falling down.
Qiao Yiran felt that the letter in his hand became heavier.
Whether it was the appearance similar to his wife or the little secret hidden between father and daughter there, they told him that this was true, but he still had a little bit of luck.
There was such a trace of suspicion, and there was such a trace of guilt that he could not face his mistakes calmly.
These complicated emotions were tangled together, making him fall into the situation designed by An Qing.
There were letters written by the Seventh Prince to Wang Yarong, and there were also Wang Yarong's replies.
Those handwritings were familiar to Qiao Yiran.
The Seventh Prince's handwriting was famous in the country of Yue, so he was naturally familiar with it.
Wang Yarong, the daughter, copied it in order to show her filial piety.
He gave many scriptures to his wife.
He was once moved by this, but now it has become a joke.
The words in the letter were very clear.
An Qing solved Qiao Yiran's doubts, but it also made it more difficult for him to face An Qing.
Qiao Yiran was so angry that his whole face turned purple.
He gasped and stared at the letter.
He was so filled with hatred that he finally couldn't hold it back anymore and slapped the letter on the table with his palm, shaking the table.
He trembled a few times and said in a hateful voice: "It's too much to bully others, it's really too much to bully others."
"I didn't expect that the Seventh Prince would have known who she was for a long time, and even hid it from me.
He really thought that I, Qiao Yiran, was a deceitful old man."
Qiao Yiran turned to An Qing's guilt and all the anger of being deceived.
The anger was concentrated on the Seventh Prince and Wang Yarong.
"Qing'er, you wait, you wait, daddy will definitely explain it to the Holy One and give you back your identity."
The angrier Qiao Yiran became, the stronger the guilt he felt towards An Qing in his heart.
He even dared not look at An Qing.
Qing's cold eyes could only keep reassuring.
"Qing'er is lucky to be alive today.
I don't dare to think about those things anymore.
As for the princess, do you really think that the emperor is who you say you are?
Miss Wang is already the princess.
Do you want to Let the emperor remove the princess, and let the seventh prince who was complicit in the crime be imprisoned.
The emperor's punishment is tantamount to making the emperor admit his mistakes, do you think it is possible?"
An Qing's somewhat sarcastic words, as well as those deliberately avoiding the title of father, made Qiao Yiran's heart hurt even more.
He knew that those were all caused by him, but But my daughter was damn right.
"But Dad, I can't let you lose again."
Qiao Yiran's eyes were a little red.
He looked at An Qing, who had a humble and self-deprecating smile on her face, and looked at her as stubborn as his deceased wife.
He knew that he had hurt her heart. , I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to be forgiven for a while, and I almost shed tears.
"If you want to restore my reputation, you have to change the dynasty.
But now that the country is peaceful and the people are peaceful, if the seventh prince ascends the throne in the future, it will be difficult for Qingqing to survive."
An Qing bit his lips, looking already frustrated.
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An Qing's words "unintentionally" reminded Qiao Yiran that the emperor was already old.
If he helped other princes ascend to the throne, then his daughter could naturally return to her original identity.
Qiao Yiran had a plan in mind and looked at An Qing.
Qing's eyes began to shine.
"Don't worry, daughter, you are my daughter.
Dad will never treat you badly."
Qiao Yiran had a plan, and he spoke with some confidence.
"I thought dad really didn't want Qingqing.
He just wanted to have that daughter, and he didn't want her as his biological daughter."
An Qing threw herself at Qiao Yiran, with tears streaming down her face.
It seemed that she was just an angry little daughter who got it.
Acknowledging it is like letting go of the knot in your heart.
Qiao Yiran stroked An Qing's long hair and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
He knew that his daughter was angry that he was suspicious of her.
He guessed that when she first found out about him, she was unwilling to acknowledge him.
I am afraid it was because of such concerns that she felt even more worried.
It's distressing System 00250 has been watching An Qing's wonderful performance, and suddenly wanted to know what happened in the last mission that failed.
How could a simple child become like this, capable of doing all kinds of things in order to succeed?
By the way, although this kind of tranquility is very beneficial to the task, and it likes it very much, it is not creepy, is it tgt ttrgt: